Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English Earth Summoning Us]

to you I now descend, oh you, souls.
and to your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
the I shall invoke
the misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with iron in fire

in vain will pride be seethed in veins up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads
by putrid that died
what can I chose from your exhausted entity
no fires free dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you men walking

see, how urns now burst, the ashes
alike the past, which murmurs with the
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, they dress in armour
and raise their foreheads that gone grey
traian and great cesar

the rotten thrones are swept by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of
are now crushed
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths
of grim who perish

oh, visionary minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another world on this of mud and grime
fools and wise, young and old, sound, and light
all is dust, the world's this, and so we all are